Fits of Heart Failure.

Cromwell Argus, Volume XXXVII, Issue 1988, 14 May 1906, Page 6

Fits of Heart Failure.

RUBY HICKS, NORMANBY. AFTER DEADLY DIPTHERIA. DOCTOR COULDN’T CURE HER. DR. WILLIAMS’ PINK PILLS. ‘•'lt is just five years ago that I lay between life and death with Dipthoria,” said Miss Ruby Hicks, who lives at the Dairy Factory, Normandy. “ The doctor had a hard fight to pull me through. Even then my life wasn’t safe for month’s, for diptheria left my heart with hardly the strength to beat. For weeks the doctor would hardly let me move. He warned me against trying to do even the littlest thing. He said he knew of a ca.se where a girl, who was getting over diptheria, just walked across the room to shut the window and dropped down dead. “ I’ll never forget the first day that I got up. I was so sick and shaky that I couldn't stand. For weeks after, my knees trembled if 1 went as far as the kitchen. In fact, it was months and months before I could walk any distance. Do what he could, the doctor wasn t able to make me strong again. He said my blood was turning to water. After Diptheria he told me that it sometimes took years to build the blood up again. My heart would bump and thump like fury till I was half dead with fright. 1 got worse and worse till nobody thought that I could last much longer. But I started taking Dr Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People—and they soon built me up to as strong a girl as you’ll find anywhere. “ I wouldn’t go through all that time again for anything you could give me. I was just wasting away. I was as thin as a prop. You could almost blow me over. My bones almost pushed their way through my skin, and my clothes used to just hang on me. My cheeks were sallow, and my eyes were sunk right back in my head. My face had a muddy, greenish look. My hands and feet were never warm. 1 had no liking for my meals. I simply ate nothing. I could go all day without a bite. And, of course, that only helped to drag me down. You never saw such a sight. I looked like a. corpse. Sometimes I’d cry my eyes out whan I looked at myself, “ When I woke in the morning, I felt 1 hadn’t been to sleep for a week. My body was heavy as lead. I dreaded to get up and start another day. When I was dressing, my legs trembled so that 1 had to sit down a dozen times. 1 felt all gone in the back. I was too tired and giddy to lace my boots up. All day I was that languid and weary I don’t know how I got through my work. I hadn't strength enough to dry the breakfast things. 1 took no interest in anything. 1 never wanted to go out for walks. 1 wanted to lie down all the time. When I was taking the washing in, 1 hardly had the strength to pull the clothes down oft' the line. I got into such a state, that I could just drag myself along. So soon as night came I longed for bed—but I was too weary to sleep, when 1 did lie down. I couldn't rest for five minutes on one side. I just tossed about for hours. 1 was aches and pains all over. Often I cried myself to sleep. I was always in such a state of the blues that I didn’t care if they found mo dead in the morning. “ If I only walked down to the sliprails, my heart started to flutter,” Miss Hicks went on to say. “ A buzzing cam® in my ears, any my head turned dizzy. Everything went dim, and 1 got cold all over. My arms began to shake, and I was ready to faint. Then, all of a sudden, my heart started to jump and thump like mad. 1 sat down quickly in a terrible fright and clutched at my side. The veins in my neck swelled and throbbed till .1 thought I would choke. 1 could hoar my heart beating like a hammer. I thought it would break loose. I dare not move for fear that f would drop dead. It was all I could do to get my breath. A smothering feeling came over me, and I had to gasp for air. 1 tore the clothes away from my neck, and held my throat, panting for breath. They tell me that the veins in my forehead swelled up like cords. Jt was hours before the attack would pass off, and it always left me deathly sick. And then, for days afterwards, I was so weak and shaky that I could hardly raise my head. “ I suffered like this so long that I thought I could never be cured. But one day, Miss Clements, of Kapuni, got me to give Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills a fair trial. It was my last chance. After taking only one box, 1 found myself eating much better. Soon the deadly weary feeling began to leave me. 1 got now life into me. In the morning I got up early, and went about my work as happy as could be. In fact, my strength fairly rushed back to me again. The color came to my cheeks, and you couldn’t find a livelier girl in all the town. It took nearly two dozen boxes to cure me—but then, I was cured for good. Best of all, Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills made my heart as strong as ever it was before I got the Diphtheria. I never give it a thought now. So I tell everyone that Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills saved my life.” Now Dr. Williams Pink Pills build up the strength in just one way they actually make new blood. That is all they do, but they do it well. They don’t act on the bowels. They don’t bother with mere symptoms. They won’t cure any disease that isn’t caused by bad blood. But, then nearly all common diseases spring from that one cause—amemia, indigestion, billiousness, headaches, sideaches, backaches, kidney trouble, lumbago, rheumatism, sciatica, neuralgia, nervousness, general weakness and the special secret ailments that growing girls and women do not like to talk about even to thoir doctors* Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, by striking straight at the cause, cure all these ailments just as readily as they cured Miss Hicks. But you must insist on getting the genuine Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills—always iii boxes, never in bottles. If your local retailer cannot give you exactly what you ask for, order them by mail from the Dr. Williams’ Medicine Co., Wellington—3/- a box, six boxes 16/6, post free. If you are in any doubt about your illness, write to the same address for free medical advice.